Room 317, Friday Night

[chief_cheerio]

Quinn was exhausted from the carnival when she got back to the room. She hadn't signed up for a booth this year, but there was still more than enough to do to keep things running to keep her busy.

She squinted at the new decor when she came in

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[notmyownage]

Claudia came in a little while after, focused in on her phone as she madly texted Pete about the latest HG Wells news back at the Warehouse.

Then she tripped over a bunny and slammed to the floor.

". . . Quinn, why is the room full of bunnies?"

[chief_cheerio]

"I have no idea," Quinn said fuzzily. "I figured it was an island thing."

She tossed a bunny in the air, vaguely in Claudia's direction. "At least they're kind of cute."

[notmyownage]

"Well," mused Claudia. "So long as there's a reason." She didn't manage to catch the bunny. At all. "They're very pink."

[chief_cheerio]

"And there are a lot of them," Quinn agreed, picking up another just to fiddle with its ears. "Are they all over the dorms, or are we special?"

She hadn't really been paying attention when she came up to the room.

[notmyownage]

"I didn't see any." Of course, she also didn't see the one that tripped her. "You sure we don't have some kind of bunny-armed enemy?"

[chief_cheerio]

Quinn gave Claudia a weird look. "I don't think I have any -- oh shit, would Kenzi think this was funny?"

[notmyownage]

"She that klepto kid?" Claudia looked around. "I dunno, maybe?"

[chief_cheerio]

"She took one look at me and decided she hated me," Quinn whined. Topher didn't like her either, but she didn't think he had the balls for something like this. Plus there was the part where he'd spent the day almost getting drowned.

She sat up, hugging a bunny to her chest. "You know what? I think the thing that would drive whoever did this the most nuts would be if we just completely ignore it. Just bag the stray bunnies up for charity or whatever."

[notmyownage]

"Sure. What else would we do, walk out into the hallway and scream melodramatically?"

[chief_cheerio]

"Sure. Curse the very existence of pink plush rabbits," Quinn said, and yawned. "... or not."

[notmyownage]

"Doesn't really sound like our style, anyway. We could ship them all back to Kenzi?"

Actually, she liked donating them to charity better.

[chief_cheerio]

Quinn thought about it a minute. "Nah. If it wasn't her, we'd look dumb. Plus -- busy weekend. I'd rather just give them to Goodwill."

[notmyownage]

"Goodwill works. Let me see if I have a bag big enough to hold them all."

[chief_cheerio]

"I have some trash bags under the bed," Quinn offered, and sat up slowly to find exactly those.

[notmyownage]

"Those'd work." Claudia set her phone aside and shuffled over to help look.